Chapter 16
Up to his Usual Tricks
The intercom buzzer continued to go off, I was frozen in place, but Mr. Jenkins said, "Oh that would be Jimmy... right on time too. He's a friend of mine; don't worry, answer the door, sissy." I was naked, my eyes bloodshot red from crying almost non-stop for the last fifteen minutes. I looked at him with concern. "I said answer the fucking door, sissy, do you need me to strap you?"
"No, Sir." I got up, went to the intercom, and sure enough, the doorman announced: 'Jimmy and a guest to see you.' I told him to send them up. I was very nervous about what this might lead to. I was totally naked waiting by the door for the next two minutes. When there was a knock at the door, I merely froze again. From the living room, I could hear Mr. Jenkins shouting to let them in.
I opened the door and there stood a very large man and a thin, younger, but somewhat taller man standing next to him.
"Oh my God," said the wider one, who I took to be Jimmy, 'Big Boy,' as he smirked and guffawed. "You must be the sissy cuck. Man, your wife is the nastiest whore I have ever met, fuuuck! And what a fuck! And, hey, you're kinda of a cute little slut yourself."
"Yes, Sir, please come in." As he passed me in the hallway, he stuck out his massive paw of a hand and fondled my clit.
"Aww, hey, are we gonna get to fuck you too?"
"That's up to Mr. Jenkins." I led them to living room, where Mr. Jenkins was busy prepping Lori, I had some ideas for what, but he could always surprise us. He was putting together some kind of contraption that looked like a different version of the spreader bar he had used on her once before.
"Well, hello fellas, nice to meet you in person. I hope you had nice trip in from Brooklyn. Sissy, get our friends some drinks, what would like?"
"I'll take a single-malt if you have it with dash of water." Jimmy ordered. Ernie (I presumed) who had said nothing so far, was looking down the whole time. He was especially avoiding looking at Lori directly, though he took furtive peeks at her. He whispered he would have a seltzer.
I went into the kitchen to make the drinks. When I came back in with them, all three men were facing Lori, who was laying on her back with a three-foot bar, behind her neck to which both her ankles were attached. While her toes touched the floor behind her, her arms and shoulder rested on the back of her knees, so that her ass and cunt were totally accessible.
Just as I came in, Mr. Jenkins was attaching a rope from the two top rings on her pussy lips to her the corresponding big toes. He tied the lower two rings with a rope around each hip and then onto the nipple rings. Once he had her in this "presentation" mode, he shoved first three of his fingers in her pussy, then four, he worked her pussy open with both hands
As the boys watched mouths agape, they had stripped off their clothes, and were now sipping their drinks with one hand and fondling their large cocks with the other. Ernie, was maybe schizophrenic, he now seemed totally into it, though he did not say a word and was still looking at Lori like a solar eclipse, wanting to look, but fearful of going blind.
"Sissy, I am sure you would like to punish your slut wife, for what she has just confessed to, but our friends here have a limited time. So, I propose a brief punishment now. And I promise you we can punish her more fully after they leave. How would you like to punish her first, sissy?"
"I want to whip her cunt with the little cat-o-nine tails." I just blurted it out, but I hadn't really given it too much thought; it was the first thing that came to my mind.
"Okay, sissy, how about ten swats, will that hold you until later?" Yes, it would. This was always a weird space for me. At this point, I didn't really think of her as my wife so much; the pain she was causing was about old Mitchell. I wasn't even that person anymore. But I still felt betrayed, and I still wanted revenge for him, for poor innocent, naΓ―ve Mitchell, who couldn't tell when his wife fed him another man's cum after pretending to enjoy sex with him.
That wasn't me anymore; I didn't really care that I wasn't having sex with her. I got a lot more enjoyment from having Daddy's cock in my stretched-out asshole than I ever did poking at her with my tiny little dicklet for less than five minutes. This wasn't for sweet sexy sissy Michelle, who was having a fabulous sex life, being adored and admired by many, enjoying the most delicious cocks imaginable. Shit, I wanted to hurt Mitchell too, he was too stupid to live and too hung up to figure what would make him truly happy.
"Here we are again, whore, beg my sweet sissy, to punish you for your infidelity."
"Yes, Sir. Michelle, please whip my cunt, for letting these guys fuck me and piss in my cunt and lying to you about it, and getting back on the pill without telling you, and having someone lie about your low sperm count (though really, you probably do, you faggot). Whip me hard you sissy bitch, make me feel repentant for not ever wanting to fuck you."
"You know the drill, whore. Count it off." I struck hard right away. I wasn't really mad anymore. I was doing it more him and for a memory of her than for me right now.
"Owww! Sissy! One, thank you please strike me again, sissy. Can you keep it up longer than your miniature dick?" See, now, I
was
mad again, and I struck her much harder. I just wanted to kill her sarcasm. She screamed with pain; I made sure I was likely to hit her clit with that one.